Whom I dare to sue for aid:
Will a brother’s dagger falter,
When the bridegroom from the altar
Hath his bosom’s vow betrayed,
And the princely bride is slighted for a low-born peasant maid?”
Straight the summoned one departed
Out into the starry air;
Cold the silence seemed, and dreary,
And the moments grew more weary,
While the lady waited there